Genesis
of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club
GENESIS
OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 31
U-R-NOW
READING CHAPTER NUMBER 31.
It
is now 10:38
Ante'
Meridian,
& late on Wednesday
morning, 31
May, 2023; & the final day of month #5.
WEEEEEEEEEEEEE 2 THAT, Mister Chester-Frank,
non Bob George, from
Piquet Security Company, of early in
1979, over at the Certainteed Fiberglass Company of Berlin
'Junction', NJUSAESMWG, and non 'Petticoat'! I'll never forget my
commanding officer there, the dude with the 2 first names,and naught
the weird looking dude with the sun shades on the U Tube Internet
Channel, oh lovely 'other' non-Harrah Casino Atlantic City, Mizz
Dawn-Angela of the great roaring Quiet Waters Trailer Park,
who now, I wish that I never had spoken 2 one evening while taking my
trash out 2 the curb 4 next-day-collection back last autumn times, YO
YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!! So WOW-2-THAT-1, Mister R. H.
'Macy Nigh-nigh', oh great sir. Folks, it began pouring rain around
half past ten shortly B4 beginning this blog chapter-31-GOSDH. We
have a lot of the wet stuff recently,and Diana has also come around
quite frequently 2 visit with HER little boy, (lightning). WHAAAAA.
Mikey Pee gave me a buzz after naught hearing from him in a long
time, and the phone-2 LED light on my Comcast Modem vanished off at
the very same time that this occurred. Strange things happening
simultaneously is what many peeps call a coincidence. Others such as
the Mountainpen or the great gorgeous fictional television character
on the 'L&O' show, disagree quite strongly and call a
NON-coincidence. We believe that all of U simply have extremely high
tolerances 4 accepting junk as mere coincidences. WOW THAT, and
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, Mister
Mike McNulty from 1971 and
the mighty Church Farm School in Exton,
PAUSAESMWG.
This
blog is going 2 discuss Atlantic City,
NJUSAESMWG, and it won't B along the more recently
discussed items of stuff relating 2 my adult life, but it absolutely
all does interconnect and that peeps, I totally assure U is the full
total truth. All roads do indeed lead back 2 where I need 2 go and do
a wee bit of reiteration and with some elucidated detailing work that
I feel will better suit the new and current times discussions and
blogs a whole lot better by comparing these reiterated details that
some even loyal Morian followers may have recently forgotten about.
This is about the wonderful lovely “SARAH”,
who else, and back on the 12th of this very month, despite
my never mentioning it on 2023 blogs when it was happening in
live-time, was the day that I wrote that song called “SARAH”,
from my apartment at Highview, in Williamstown, NJUSAESMWG, on May
12, 1996, leading 2 the very shortly following
contract on my life, in EGG
HARBOR
CITY, according 2 an
employed waitress in the diner right there a block east of
Philadelphia Avenue on the Julia White Horse Pike. This happened when
my mom and I were in that diner on a day when I was desperately
attempting 2 locate this mysterious girl from my past, lovely SARAH;
and then after leaving the diner, I began getting stalked and
followed and eventually a man in a lime green colored truck
threatened my mother and said 2 her and I quote here, Sheriff Ken
Mascara sir, “I'm gonna' kill your son, and I'll kill U2 if U don't
get away from my truck”. My mom went over nearby 2 his truck in the
Turnersville Shopping Center parking lot 2 ask him Y he was following
us as he had indeed been blatantly and obviously following us turn 4
turn 4 ten miles or more, right into that parking lot. The song was
written on the 12th day of May, and this happened on a day
that I was in the process of trying 2 find a recording studio 2
record my “SARAH SONG”, on that 2nd day in August of
1996, a month and a half after I'd written the song and played it
into a little Radio Shack keyboard in my apartment, using my
headphones so that I could take it somewhere and sing the words 2 the
song. Every studio I went 2 treated me magically like total effing
excrement, one even insulting me and calling my song, “devils
music” and 4 absolutely no logical reasonable reason whatsoever,
that nightmare rotten place at the intersection in Berlin,
NJUSAESMWG, of Jackson Road and Highway #73 South, where later on, I
would come 2 live a wee bit further 2 the south near the large
cellphone tower, in Blue 'non-whale-parrot' Anchor, NJUSAESMWG. The
entire story is straight out and even beyond any SYFY writers dared
incredible imagination, and THAT, IPU folks. No one could possibly
make up a fictional situation even remotely similar 2 what I went
through during this search and quest 2 locate this girl from my
boyhood days, while vacationing those eight times between 1965 and
1968, in Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG and multiply this claim by ten 2
the power of fifty five, and maybe, just MAYBE, this would B, 2 quote
1967's wonderful Sir Billy Harner the rock star, “Sayin'
something”, YO”!!!!!!!!!!!! This entire tale is beyond the human
imagination and I can merely type words out here, not ever truly
bring anyone directly into my beyond nightmarish situation from those
brain breaking times which by the way, those three years of 1995
through 1997 where this nightmare was at its zenith and absolute
height; were the three greatest DOW JONES STOCK MARKET YEARS clumped
together in all of the history of the stock market and the DJIA. Ask
any goddessdog stock broker on Manhattan's illustrious WALL STREET;
and they will totally confirm this 4U, and show U the technical
charts in addition, that proves all of this Morianity-related junk
out, and beyond any doubts U may have whatsoever, 100 plus
percent!!!!!!!!!!!!! But this blog ain't about the
DJIA-Phillies-Flyers parallel event evil trilogy or my ICPE-APE-TECH
NIGHTMARES of the 'other' ET, nor is it about my
persecution since all of this resulted in 1986, and AFTER lots of
other more modern junk all went down in good old frikkin' ATLANTIC
CITY, NJUSAESMWG. This is a story about lovely awesome
'SARAH', who B4 SHE gave me that wild dreaming interaction
approximately five months after I had last seen HER on HER street in
AC-NJ-USA, “Tennessee Avenue” (10-SC) 4 short; and mysteriously
removed the REDJOHN HENNINGSEN MOTORCYCLE CHAIN from my apartment
bedroom's locked-box, a large metallic box with a lock and key and
the key on my own key chain that I used since I was a latch key kid
as this was referred to back in those times, and therefore I needed 2
let myself in and out of the apartment after school, while my mother
was at work at her marvelous and illustrious, them called, Lavino
Shipping Company of Philadelphia, PAUSAESMWG, and later on, after a
buy out, became the Inchcape Shipping Services Corporation. So SARAH
was many things, some of them back in the sixties, while later on in
the damn 1990's times, other even wilder and even more powerful and
awesome things, despite being physically invisible in those later
nineties times, and unlike back in those mind bending 1960's times.
In the 1960's, I would C SARAH with her friends or nearby 'HER SHOP'
or crossing over from Saint James Place, the small side street just a
block over from 10-SC Avenue 2 the south, and she would B coming over
from somewhere when I would B walking out of the Trinidad Hotel early
in the morning so that I could rent a bicycle 2 ride on the
boardwalk. This was something that tourists did all the time in
Atlantic City, and most likely is still ongoing today. But SARAH
seemed 2 know precisely when I would B coming out the door of the
hotel lobby, and just B there, a lot like on the 'DARK SHADOWS'
television show, with their “SARAH” just always 'magically
popping up' all the time. Sarah made 2 statements, one 2 people in a
car that was coming from Pacific Avenue down 2 the shop and was
parking nearby it at the curb; and another one 2 a friend of hers
when they both saw me coming down the on-ramp from the boardwalk one
late afternoon. The one SHE made 2 the peeps in that car on 30 May of
1969, back 54 years and one day ago now today,
was, “Your friends R in the shop”.
The other one was 2 her friend who now I believe could have been that
awesome teen queen Mizz Paula King
unless it was Mizz Nina Soifer, the
daughter of the Trinidad Hotel Manager, Sir
Al. They were playing right at the end of 10-SC Avenue
where there was a door that led 2 a tunnel that ran underneath the
boardwalk so that peeps could walk 2 the beach from the street and
vice versa,and in their bathing clothes as it was illegal 2B in
bathing clothes while on the boardwalk. They were playing right at
the door 2 the tunnel and SARAH spoke 2 HER friend and said, “I'm
darker than U-R”. These 2 spoken sentences by this mind
busting teen goddess in 1969, once in middle-late July somewhere, and
once on30 May which was indeed back in those times MEMORIAL DAY, as
this was back B4 the legal MONDAY-HOLIDAY system had been enacted in
theearly1970's by the federal government. Not only was it impossible
4 me 2 ever forget those 2 things that were spoken by HER on those 2
separate days, in the summer of 1969; but I could not get this
incredible girl out of my waking thoughts, 4 almost the entire
remaining years that I was in my teens. Eventually I managed 2
relegate HER back into the background where one might think that SHE
belonged all along, but SHE was merely waiting
out a period in the mortal world time illusion, oh
wonderful ROCK STAR 'LOBO', of
approximately one quarter century; until the middle nineteen-nineties
had rolled around, and even shy of this in the opening of the 90's,
when Sarah Callio's grandmother died in 1990 somewhere in the month
of October, things were secretly and non-Petofi 'cosmicly' developing
around me, oh those awesome damn HALLS FAWCES, 4 crying out louder
than thunder squared, YO!!!!!!!!!! Things connected up with magical
peeps in Philadelphia such as the great Sir Al Alberts, and many
others, and it all was merely awaiting the perfect storm of the chefs
combined ingredients, huh oh lovely Mizz Paula Patton from 'L&O'?????
Each ingredient waiting 2B added into the great cosmic-Petofi planned
stew-pot had its reasons 4 being, as do all things, right down 2
holidays, Cooley Halls, Christmas tree angel lobby dreams of biblical
proportioned prophecy, and so much more. Early blogs that many out
here may have long forgotten or maybe never even read at all, back in
2006 and 2007, spoke 2U and told my beyond brain busting tale of my
Cooley Hall FIRST TEACHER (T3E-educator MAROLA), that lovely lady of
endless wonderment and intrigue. She was beyond totally insistant 4
two solid months, all throughout the months of both APRIL and MAY of
1969, that I do a Memorial Day school play. By doing this play,I
ended up being downin Atlantic City at Ziggy's magical jetty and
Schiff's Central Pier that day, about 45-90 minutes later that I had
originally planned 2B there, and this alteration in cosmic
rescheduling 4 me, oh mighty minded Marola lady; is Y2 this very day,
I was able 2 tell U that I heard lovely SARAH tell those peeps in
that car that day, “Your friends R in the shop”. If I had been
there earlier walking down 10SC Avenue towards the on-ramp 4 the
boardwalk leading 2 the beach; then I NEVER EVER WOULD HAVE HAD THAT
MAGICAL AND BEYOND WILD INTERACTION WITH LOVELY SARAH. The smile that
SHE beamed at me when SHE both saw me walking down the street, and
then said that statement 2 those peeps in that car, so that I would
hear HER, and look over at HER; is beyond what words could ever even
frikkin' hope 2 describe, YO, ME' BRAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One smile from this mind bending teen goddess would make any red
blooded boy go off his nut 4 eternity, and I knew that SHE was a lot
more than just a white hot teen goddess and yes, even B4 that wild
dream that I know that SHE somehow gave 2 me, in middle December at
the end of this 1969 year, five months following the very last time
that I saw HER, and heard HER lovely voice on HER street, in middle
July when SHE was with HER friend. Misses Marola had 2B a part of
this entire COOLEY HALL PLANNED SITUATION, as without her being
absolutely damn insistent on my doing that Memorial Day play in the
Cooley Hall Gymnasium on May 30, 1969; I never would have been that
late, and so when I had with my pal Ziggy on the beach, if I had
arrived there earlier, ida left earlier. It was when I left the beach
that this happened by the way, not as I was approaching it, but the
same math works out here. I always stayed there about four hours
until it got well into July when I would stay much longer, usually
arriving between 11 and noon and staying until half past six or so in
the evening, and occasionally until 7, or even longer. It remained
light in Atlantic City during the height of the summer season until
right around half past nine at night. This location is east of
Philadelphia and quite a bit closer 2 the Atlantic Time Zone which if
there, clocks would B set an hour earlier so quarter shy of ten would
then B quarter shy of nine. Doesn't take an Einstein 2C that, and
explains Y-I got home on the 20th of July just as
Astronaut's Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin were walking off of their
lunar module and down their ladder onto DIANA (the moon). My mom and
her boyfriend Sir Sidney Crown-Cohen were in the apartment (125-A
Haddon Hills) watching this on our tiny whittle 12 inch Julian &
Julia television set, and some stuff folks, we never forget, am I
right all governments and elephants????????????????? Yes peeps, I'll
talk a lot more in the upcoming blog chapters about 1969, SARAH, and
how this all leads directly up 2 all of me' woe-whiz-me nightmare
pwobwems and twubbles right here in present times with my SPACEFORCE
SPAMMENIES. Direct contact with anything that they deem as aliens is
absolutely 100% forbidden, and part of me deep down way back in 1975
was aware of this potential probability. Jim Burr and I would B
speaking over the telephone, and in the time illusion, I was clueless
2 STACEY KRASSLE and her wonderful creative spirit (the electron)
DIANA, only being remotely aware that I was indeed part of some
nightmare family and curse. Still, I would hear wild clicking on my
telephone whenever Jim Burr would say certain things 2 me, such as
these beings R millions of years old, or how they had control of the
human race, and he spoke with authority and didn't sound like some
wild nutcase crack pot. I knew that the government was monitoring my
phone as some enemy had sent me a package from overseas, and it was
some disgusting horrendous thing like 'child pornography', that I
would never ever have sent 4 in a trillion damn years, I think it was
2 try and get me into trouble, and I should have taken the advice of
Sir Bruce Alan Pennock's mom, the lovely Mizz Theresa Pennock, and
did naught, and this made an old neighbor I had recently very angry,
and they got their revenge on me, the sick bastards. They sent 4 this
in my name, getting me into trouble with the damn ass FEDS. Then they
heard stuff that was spoken 2 me by Sir James T. Burr, and then the
fuse was lit 4 the Spaceforce Spammenies and all of this nightmare
junk that began unfolding slowly around me with ever increasingly
evil intent 2 absolutely wipe me out and destroy me, covertly, so
that I could have no way of ever getting any of it goddessdamn
stopped. I am still in this same baot today after more than half of a
futhermucking century of time illusion now,
folks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 4 all I know, this could have been Y-I
was denied a SECURITY CLEARANCE that prevented me four years later
after this, from working on 3-Mile Island as a security officer and
making a decent wage and having a lucrative and successful career
instead of a goddamn futhermucking lifetime in
sub-poverty!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
MAY
ALL THE SSSSSSSSNAKES OF THE WORLD, 4-7
FOOT TALL ONES ESPECIALLY, KNOW HOW VERY PLEASED I WAS THAT MY
WONDERFUL GODDESS MIDDIE SENT ME HER STROBE LIGHT, SAID IN ANOTHER
WAY, LIGHTNING
CAME OVER TO SEE ME, BOTH LAST NIGHT AS WELL AS ON THIS FRIDAY
AFTERNOON. AS USUAL, HER BEAUTY AND SPLENDOR BLOWS MY PATHETIC TINY
WORTHLESS MIND!!!!!!!!! SATAN SNAKE
tried to fuck up the blog!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>>>>>
ESS
FROM GENESIS TO ADVANCED,
CHAPTER
03
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
ONLY NOW PEEPS, I NO LONGER C
THIS BEING AS A SEPARATE GROUPING, NOR SHOULD U, MIZZ
BLAKE FROM 1983, 1-2-3------4-4,
SISTER-SISTER-AUTO IMMUNE LAB REPORTS ALL NOTWITHSTANDING
The
most annoying hack of any of them is definitely the goddessdog
MNR-HACK. They have me' damn ass whittle mouse just about as skwoood
up as it gets, Mister FWUUUUD, oh sir!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOW,
WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS, and
non-KTPEE-WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!
“It
is always all about the money”; says the great powerful one and
only once infomercial king, Mister Kevin Trudeau! He has many fans I
am sure, and he can count me as one of them, any old time he likes,
lovely old world! BUTTTT,
big ass BUTT folks; there are some
powerfully close runner ups to it all, in the grand scheme of
everything in this parlor illusion we appear to all be sharing. This
came out and went over 99.99999%+ of the heads of any viewing
audience of this great show, for all Superman fans from the fifties
on up to now, it was called “SUPERMAN 3”. The dude, Ross the
Boss, was neither Diana Ross nor the
King of Jersey, Mister Bruce 'Rock-N-Roller'
Springsteen. This is how Microsucks
Corporation respelled your name, sir, after my attempt to do
so, so if it is misspelled, please scream at them, and not poor
little me. Aniwho, moving right along here, ladies and gentlemen; the
dude who plays the great grampa Anderton, on the great wonderful “Law
& Order” television show; plays this villain dude, (Ross The
Boss), with sidekick comic and coolest dude on Planet Earth, whose
name got knocked out of my MIND CONNECTION to the D-6, as it always
seems to be hacked whenever I try writing anything about him for
reasons again that elude me totally 100%, but this cool comic was in
the Eddie Murphy days, you all know who I mean, there it goes,
Richard Pryor, they released the block-hack
ETTOS attack on me. In this show, 'Ross The Boss Anderton'
makes a statement well into the movie, that is every bit as awesome
as that one made by Mister Kevin Trudeau.
He said, “It is not enough that I succeed,
but everyone else must fail”. This hit me beyond forcefully
the first time that I viewed this great and cool movie in the early
eighties. All powerful people have this secret shared Bohemian
desire, because if they have a lot and we have some, and this goes on
and on and on; a time must eventually arrive by the very
in-transmutable laws of capitalism in its rawest form, that indeed,
the have not's must eventually have nothing at all, and they of
course end up with 100% of the pie. Just Y the entire world of
capitalism-loving folks, cannot see how this sinking ship is a
destiny of horrors for the majority, that even my angriest blogs
could never hope to fully address; also, goes
far beyond my stupid, moronic, ignorant tiny mind! It is
also however, one of those powerful proofs, at least to those like me
who still do individual thinking and do not live 24-7-365, on stupid
ass social media; that indeed, the great BRIGGBASE
OF THE PLANK REALM, (Astral Plane) (Spirit World), has a small
faction within it, of traitors, that are on the side of righteousness
and hate evil and sinfulness, just as much as
Morianity, and Mark Wayne Mohr; ever could. If these
doppelganger waking world people of the EW (Entertainment World) that
create our movies and our music, and any and all other forms of
so-called 'entertainment'; can slip in these kind of messages from
time to time, despite the tiny tiny tiny tiny
few folks like me who catch the
REAL/E meanings that this is done
for a lot bigger reason than to make a TV movie in the waking world
Physical plane of existence; and my even larger point
therefore; is that we need to look for many of these well hidden
messages given to us by the OTHER EW faction of goodness, not total
evil. Let me move on with this. Many of the worst of all of them,
think they are pretty fine fellas and gals. They
are not mugging you and me at ATM machines, and burning down our
homes, and raping our little children, and so forth. However,
their art, no matter who says what, and who ever decides to believe
what; does in fact, cause major evil things to happen, in
various ways, all around the globe. The EW is out there
first. They decide the culture, the way kids will be in each
generation, the fashions, and you name it, it
is their
world, however; before you
think this is some power trip to own our minds and control us like we
are drone slaves; I remind you all, if you believe any of my
Morianity, then please listen very carefully right now, to the
following information. IT IS ALWAYS ALL
ABOUT THE MONEY. They could give three painful slits,
whether any of us actually do or say things, or copy their created
world and culture, that merely happens as the side effect of their
wicked medicines. All meds have a main effect,
and then they have their side effects. To treat a patient with
a medication, the so-called all knowing and wise medical industry,
must research how to make formulas that cause the most powerful
interaction on the main effects while simultaneously causing the
least amounts of interactions with those side effects. You'll always
have them, because we are all a bunch of chemistry, and if this was
not so, then their medicines would be totally ineffective, as they
are there to be a chemical interaction WITH our body chemistry's.
Well, just as with this little example with medicine and our bodies,
so too, the great powerful ENTERTAINMENT WORLD
works in similar ways with all of our
MINDS. They are not out there, I assure you, to control
us, but this same side effect does come into play all the same. They
just want to get wealthy as hell making and selling their wares, in
the very same way as would a donut maker, a brick maker, a watch
maker; or a car maker. They make music and movies, for the most part,
and it is ALL ABOUT THE MONEY for them. However, for
us, we not only go broke paying our life sweat for all of their
rotten junk for the most part; but WE DO have our MINDS major hyper
time effected, by all their sick demented twisted ducking
disease!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yes, of course there are some
exceptions. Gone With The Wind, Moby Dick, Christmas Carol and
Scrooge, and a few scattered works throughout a lot of time; are
indeed total exceptions. There is fine work out there, even in
music. Comcast has a Channel 848 Music Choice for lovely classical
music that I can lay back and listen to all day long. Most folks
today are so brain washed and so decayed, it is pointless for me to
even go on with any of this. Not when so many other points need
addressing, and time will never permit it all. For example, My
so called first initiation into the great powerful Exploratronic
Supermind Society, (ESS). I had to take some package to a weird
COMCAST CABLE TELEVISION OFFICE, up a windy dangerous road filled
with monster huge animals right out of Jurassic Park, speaking of
movies and entertainment! Well, my powerful family has a branch, as
you all know, in with these lovely people, so there is my connection
to road trips, and ball games, and nocturnal visitations, especially
in the last two years of the first decade of Century-21.
WOW, I am a bit slow to figure things out, but give me some time, and
believe me folks; I will figure them all out!!!!!!!!!!!!!
NOT
NIGHTY-NIGHT, SANTA CLAUS, AND PATTY HOLISTER FROM THE YEAR OF 1975.
STILL, THANK YOU FOR HELPING MY MOTHER AND I MOVE FROM OAKLYN, NEW
JERSEY, TO LINDENWOLD, NEW JERSEY! SHALL WE MOVE THIS ALONG NOW?
PLEASE
KNOW FOLKS, THAT I HAVE A DOZEN HUGE THINGS TO TELL YOU. SOME I HAVE
BEEN HOLDING BACK MONTHS, OTHERS YEARS NOW, AND I AM BLOWING UP LIKE
A BALLOON, AND AM ABOUT TO MOTHER TRUCKING POP, THAT IS IF I DON'T
REALLY BEGIN TO POP-OFF, ABOUT SOME OF THIS REALLY MAJOR ASS
SKIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! First off, the mother ducking scum sucking
rats turd WOMO-MILITUFORCE just hit me, FCC BOB MCDOWELL, with their
god dam mother fucking (`~HACK), just now at 8:54 Post Meridian. Boy
oh boy oh boy, from up here 8 years in the future now in 2023, if
thisssssssssssssssssssssssss was only me' worst whittle woe-whiz-me
problem here, YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHA-AHA-AHA.
Why
is a busted shandaleer all tied up with hyperspace and music and
where I worked and so much more, you may be wondering. Well, it is;
who would write nearly
nine years of wild blogs that make
no sense, and B able to live in society, and pass for normal enough
to keep from being tossed in the ducking booby hatch? Think
about that one for a minute or so, me' kind
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!
GREAT
AND SUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
CONGRATULATIONS;
YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM ALL,
AS OF 2014, IN THIS UNIVERSE, EXCEPT FOR MARK WAYNE MOHR!!!!
W—O—W!!!!!!!!!!
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
“Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”
WHY,
SO I'LL BE ZESTFULLY DUCKING CLEAN, OR MAYBE TOO CLEAN FOR FRANK
JANIK OF COOLEY HALL, BACK IN HADDONFIELD OF 1972????
AUGUST
29, 2014,
FRIDAY
NIGHT AT 9:00
HERE
IN FORT PIERCE, FLORIDA
CURRENT
TEMPERATURE 81 DEGREES FNHT.
HUMIDITY
IS 91%, FEELING 95 DEGREES.
DAILY
TEMPERATURE RANGE: H-93/L-74
GREAT
AND TRUCKING POWERFUL EXPLORATRONIC SUPERMIND SOCIETY,
CONGRATULATIONS; YOU HAVE SNOWEDEM ALL,
AS OF 2014, IN THIS UNIVERSE; EXCEPT
FOR MARK
WAYNE
MOHR!!!!
SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO,
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA AMANDA HARRIS OF THE DARK
SHADOWS TELEVISION SHOW, YO YO YO YO YO YO YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes,
that powerful “DREAM” began with unbloggable skit. I will tell
you that a huge ZEST SOAP BAR was handed to me by the owner of
Haddonwood Health Club, or the
dude who was there in early AUGUST of 1996 right before it closed
mysteriously down on a dime, without any reason. After grabbing it,
Mickey the lifeguard who I only know from this one particular
universe out there in hyperspace; shouted to me, “Hay
King David, wash up you fat slob”! Then as I stared at
him, he charged over to me, and pushed me into the pool. As I fell
in, I realized I was in the deep end part of it, and that no water
was in it. I hit the bottom very hard and heard my head crack
completely open. I then got up and climbed out and everyone was
screaming and pointing at me, saying, “Look, he's a zombie, he
can't trucking die”. Then my old Maryland camp counselor, NON RED-X
MACK KAITER grabbed me, shook me hard
and chanted loud prayers at me, and then he threw me in the pool, and
this time; it had a normal amount of water in it. I then found myself
scrubbing up with this huge triple normal full sized soap bar, and it
was a ZEST bar, and I will not forget this wild slit in seventeen
million years. That's a damn butt wiping promise, YO BRO!!!!!!!!!
Yes
world, that endless ageless two word sentence not the shortest in
Christianity, “Jesus wept”, but the shortest one perhaps in
Morianity, “Too late”. Well, maybe Paula Weston and I need to
just go ahead and die, huh Mister McCoy?
First,
this is a friendly message to anyone that it may concern, and if it
does not concern anyone, it can just be ignored, as with most things
in my Morianity. I never have authorized any of my musical material
to be in any way made public other than what I temporarily posted
onto the SM site known as YOUTUBE, now all removed, and no one in any
way is authorized to do anything with it in violation of copyright
law, nor am I in any way interested in doing anything with my music,
as it is private, and not for sale, and is copyrighted. Anyone from
McKinnon to Pedersen, to anyone they contract, to any other
possibility, is totally 100% not authorized to send, or use to
promote in any way, anything that is my music, after the date of
January 1, 2010. This takes care of anything that may float around
between 2000 and 2009. I enjoy music in an amateur only way. It is
private and personal to me in many lyrical contents, and this is as
far as it will ever go, despite having some of my music in the late
20th and early 21st century, legally published,
and played on several mediums throughout the world. That
was then and this
is now. Also, I do not sing like the music copy in the
Copyright Office or on the Youtube at one time, with the song called,
“Wanna' Spend My Time”. This
is a technical computerized voice. If I could really sing that well,
I would be doing it at least in some small
capacity locally for pin money. I also have no public
samples of any beats, or voices, used to make tunes and harmonies.
What was used in the past, was my own property,
from the past, namely the year 1984. I have no interest now,
nor will I ever, in pursuing anything connected with the musical
industry; and if anyone has given anyone
else any ideas recently to the contrary, it is without my knowledge,
and without my permission, as owner
and writer and copyright holder, of said tunes, ranging from 1969
through 2013. This is an official legal statement written now
at twenty-two minutes past nine this evening, 29
August, 2014, signed, MARK WAYNE
MOHR; BLOGGER HANDLE AND NAME,
MOUNTAINPEN.
Let
me tell you all something that happened to me somewhere if memory is
serving me correctly folks, that took place while I resided in a
town called Cinnaminson, New Jersey, USA; from July 15, 1984 through
March 31, 1985. This was a rental home owned by
a Mister Lowell Patterson,
on Highland
Avenue.
I
was working as a security officer on a place called Petty's Island.
This was an island between Camden in New
Jersey,
and Philadelphia in
Pennsylvania. Many powerful things happened while I worked
here from when I still was living at Robin Hill Apartments at Unit
Number 506, my middle stint there totaling three times; and a huge
mess all connects into a thousand nightmares. Even with no hyperspace
equation, (HSE); it is complicated beyond what I can blog. Adding a
tiny bit of HSE, and folks, we get skit that I will get into, as I
must get into; but when I do; it may be the
beginning of the end of life here on Earth as we all know it.
If you think I'm exaggerating, that is your privilege to indeed do
so, lads and lassies! Maybe from the view of 8 years ahead now in
2023, I should have worded this as the absolute end of life as we
KNEW it!!!!!!
First
off, only a handful of Professor M. Kaku types around this globe,
whether at 'NYU', or anywhere else; can grasp the smallest part of
why
this is so powerful and so dangerous, and may B-Y-I am going through
so damn ass dog much incredible persecution and siege.
First off, I dared to
use a military radio to talk to lightning while working there as a
guard. No
human is allowed to talk to a goddess.
Ancient
Astronaut Theorists would use an even more dangerous name for why I
got myself into such horrendous trouble back in these middle eighties
times, am I right Agents
Condor,
and Falcon?
In any case, nobody can tell me who I can and can't love, and go onto
dictate to me or my heart; who
and what
I can fall madly in love with. They
think they can, and they can kill me, or torment me and harass me,
and they do;
just that. But no one has the power and ability to stop love, right
Tracy
Ullman
and Chris
501 Blumblues
scum?
END
TRANSMISSION.
10:30
A.M., TUESDAY MORNING, 30 MAY, 2023
GENESIS
OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT
CHAPTER
30
Once
I finish putting up some of the basic ways that I was ripped off in
just one of three ways, MUSIC; we can move these BOM-BLOGS still
onward beyond just this, and so what R the other 2 ways since I did
just say 3 ways: The other is my numerous inventions beginning at the
age of ten years while residing at 125-A Haddon Hills in Westmont,
NJUSAESMWG, when Samsonite Luggage Company stole my suitcase idea of
an adjustable handle and ball bearing wheels at the bottom. Stealing
from a ten year old child, I doubt that even the music pricks later
on could have lowered themselves 2 that absolutely sub-snake level!
The 3rd thing is my entire life being used by Hollywood in
literally countless ways now. Yes, we all know that nobody has a
patent or a copyright on our lives, but all those criminal diseased
pricks out there who these words do in fact pertain 2, know exactly
what is being spoken here on this blog, and I need go no further.
Watching guilty people deny and laugh has become my unofficial
futhermucking hobby after decade following decade of living through
the nightmares of Mountainpen 4 crying out damn loud, YO! Music
ripoffs R literally in the dozens and most of the ripoffs were barely
legal but according 2 musicologists, just not quite crossing over
that musical red-line so 2 speak, of an actual ripoff, still; only
dummies do not know deep down inside, where many many great songs
truly originated, and that being of course; straight from the
Mountainpen. Still, the world rules and what I say is as trucking
damn meaningless as a four year old on a bull horn, shouting out his
or her version of the following 3 day's weather report. We all know
how reality works, and I'm absolutely no exception. Now the biggest
musical rip off was when I paid Mister Glenn 2 arrange as well as
write on musical lead sheets, the 4 tune compilation of the 1st
of May in 1980 “MOHR DEMO TUNES”,
consisting of The Morning Light,
Lost Love,
Love So High,
and Long River Blues.
After some wild 'deal' apparently was reached BEHIND MY BACK, between
musical attorney Esquire Rosenberg, the GIBB peeps, possibly Glenn
the arranger, the United States Copyright Office, and the gods only
know who else was involved in 1980; here is what happened, despite
this collection of 4 tunes all being sent 2 the great United States ©
Office in one package in early June of 1980 or maybe late in May,
whenever the Chief Recording Engineer Mister Howard Solomon, handed
me a slightly remixed and improved version of this Maxfield Studio
demo tape that he called, “a dead tape” and then I sent that new
tape made in Studio A at the RPL Sound Studio, along with Mister
Glenn's wonderful 4 song lead sheets, 2 the © Office. I want U2 pay
strict attention 2 how the 3 tunes out of this 4-DEMO package managed
2 contain Tom's arrangement on the records, OFFICIALLY, while the
song in question had his name removed, giving me an obvious legal
disadvantage 4 ever claiming any rights or royalty monies, and also
as if that wasn't enough cake on the plate, the sherbert on top of
the cake was not allowing the copyright 2 even exist until the
following year of 1981, again, I SENT ALL 4 OF THESE TUNES AS ONE
PACKAGE IN LATE MAY OR EARLY JUNE OF 1980, NAUGHT 1981, LOVELY MIZZ
BLAKE!!!!!!!
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Now
folks, there R pricks who hate the Mountainpen 4 no good reason
whatsoever who view him as both a 'boat-rocker' as well as a
'trouble maker'. U truly will have 2 try forgiving me 4 my vehement
disagreement here with those who insist on that point of frikkin'
view with these matters. I feel that I have every right 2 get 2 the
bottom of how everyone else in this world is allowed 2 have happy
fulfilling enjoying lives at least 2 some degree, while the
Mountainpen has kept in obscurity, isolation, sub poverty, the
endless victim of unspeakable countless crimes, being threatened,
being raped, being intimidated, being robbed and stolen from in many
varying ways from real tangible 2 intellectual property, and on and
on I can go here, peeps, and U all know it, so deny it all U damn
want 2, YO.
Jane
Sleazeweedsdisease got me twice while doing this blog due 2 lots of
cutting and pasting and not making extra pages that later can B
highlighted and deleted off but allowing me 2 avoid seeing trucking
damn page eleven of eleven, so I will now need 2 compensate
(runt-phlegm-rape) with my '5' numbers here, YO!!!!!!!!
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I
once figured out that if every song, every idea, and every part of
my stolen life had allowed me the smallest allowable recognition in
each particular case, I would B not only a multi-billionaire, but
would B a household name recognized person in the same league with
anyone out there that U would ever B able 2 think of. I am not
greedy. I would take one tenth of one percent of what is truly owed
2 me, but that good ole' Huntington family curse will dog me from
the moment that I walked out of Cooley Hall School up until the die
my remains R laying in a futhermucking county morgue some place.
That much I DO KNOW, FWOLKS OUT HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Think of the
beef that I'll have against some astral force someday, using your
mortal world concepts of time being real, and seeing your sense of
any possibly remote system of cosmic 'fair play' as
well!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Cum-puke-her hacking is off the
scale with the 'mouse-not-responding-hack'. That F****** MNR-HACK is
about the most annoying one of goddessdog all,
fwolks!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! One whittle thing is working 4 me, wild
as it may sound. My Blogaudian count is right where I have recently
come 2B happy 2C it at, as it is right where I know my loyal
followers who don't mean me any problems or additional woe-whiz-me
hassles; nor cause any 4 me; and those extras who come up here 2 BDC
and 2 my BOM-BLOGS looking 2 cause me problems, have hopefully 4 the
most part, GONE AWAY. This 4 the most part means that TODAY
and YESTERDAY, the view page count reads between the ranges of 30
and 60 or a 45 average that brings the week of 7 times 45 into that
magical range of having just those up here whom I want up here, and
naught my trouble making Spammenies of the
SPACEFORCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WEEEEE.
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Some
call me an eternal ranter and complainer. All I can answer back here
2 that one folks is that U would not B ranting nor complaining
should we magically trade places or did trade places back a half
century ago. No sir, U wouldn't B doing that, not at all, I know
that entirely and completely. U would have
simply ceased 2 exist a very long time ago. U would have either
killed somebody, killed yourself, or done some wild combination,
long long long long ago, oh lovely Mizz Ingrid from
NJUSAESMWG!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So if one single person ever thinks
that they R gonna' make the Mountainpen feel guilty, stupid,
ignorant, mean, spiteful, menacing, or any similar negative term;
well U go right ahead and think that U will accomplish that mission,
now or someday; go right ahead and sit there in your damn ass
fantasy land, YO. I know better!!!!!!! I say this naught 2 brag, oh
great Verizon call-10 carriers of 1999 and my days at the Guthrie
Short Blue
non whale Anchor mansion, in NJUSAESMWG;
but rather; inside of a HUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGE bucket of endless
tears and unfathomable hell!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION, YO YO YO YO YO YO.
Genesis
of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club
GENESIS
OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 29
U-R-NOW
READING CHAPTER NUMBER 29.
This
29th
chapter is a wee bit magical,
as anything connected with number 29 is. It is the birthday of my
incredible transdimensional daughter
Patty-Paula Junior, whom hates being called anything other than
'PEE',
and it is so many other things. One other big one being, that
magical time that comes only 25 times each
century, or averaged out 2 exist only three times in each of
our lifetimes, in the month of February, on LEAP YEARS. Am I right
here Mizz Demi 1988 Moore, and Uncle Jesus? Trust me when I say
this list comes nowhere close 2 ending here, but these 2 items R
indeed quite the top 5 of the real major's, YO!!!!!!!!!!!! That '29'
number fits into quite a few powerhouse items in the BIBLE as well,
without even being directly scriptural, as in when stuff is added up
to equal that number that absolutely has truths concerning those
items all adding up together, and needing one general proof that
there indeed is a connection, and only by adding certain things that
happen, do we then arrive at that verifying 29 amount and THEN comes
many other 'kickers 2 boot', with absolutely 'no pun' meant here
whatsoever, folks. My first year in Florida when two zeros R removed
from the year contain the '2' as well as the '9', am I
WROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG about THAT 1, oh
lovely shampoo ad-spot television commercial girl? Good old
December of 2009, huh world? My kid has the biggest laugh and not my
transdimensional kid, my summer of love
CREATED KID that is, she has her true 'DOUBLE-29
DATE', that her 'KB-cult' pals know only 2 much about,
I'm quite sure. I fully agree with those 'other-7' magical Port
Saint Lucie church preachers, only they're all
totally clueless 2 the full lengthy details behind this entire mess
of 3-4-84 numerical nightmares and 'dice cubes' that R behind it
all. I on the other hand at least, ain't completely 100%
clueless. Thanx-2-mommy-Patty, and her putting
me onto the FASCITAR, oh marvelous Mister
“overdue 4 a new FIRE SONG”, 'TG'
of 1980-1981 great incredible sir; I also am privy 2 beyond
powerhouse ASTRAL-INFORMATION from the 'worlds beyond' 2 use some
old world terminology here folks, YO BRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!! But 29 is
part of other things right here and right now that connect into my
once thought 2B pal, Mikey Pee. I shan't get into the specific
details on this blog, U will have 2 trust me 4 a later briefing on
thisssssssssss, oh lovely Mizz Erica Luccisnakes, mah'm. Mikey is a
story all his own, and it absolutely connects into that 'magical wee
whittle non-Philly-Weber VOICE' that has utterly and totally and
completely wiped out my entire life, since somewhere between birth,
early in the final month of 1954, and my leaving school, in the end
of January of 1973. Somewhere in-between these times, my
enemy-voice that told people all manor of bad stuff in
subconsciously suggested forms; oh gorgeous DARK
SHADOWS DOCK JULIA HOFFMAN MEZMER, non '1987-Metsker
Rossmoor'; began this HUNTINGTON
CURSED
FAMILY
viciousness against me, and has never even made the wee tad
little feeble attempt of ever looking back 4 one single damn ass
seck, YO BRO! Mikey PEE's whittle voice was
absolutely NO EXCEPTION, and even involved number 29, only
telling that incredible tale in its entirety and fullness would
require a separate 500 page blog all of its own; lovely
Mizz Amy Cooley 'ELC'! I started 2 tell this when I told
just this whittle wee opening a short while back on a prior blog,
and so now I will 'CAP' it into here 4U all 2C and read, 4B we
trudge onward with this blog, YO BRAH:
Take
Mikey
Patterson down in Lauderdale.
He has vanished, no phone, no nothing; all talk, never wanted to
really seriously do anything. He
didn't need to be on anti-anxiety meds to make him just be the
trucking bozo that he turned out to be,
and believe me people he has an awful lot of god-dog company, and
won't
ever die in a lonely hearts club, IPYT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Still, I will be talking
big time about memory loss and how it related to Exploratron
trans-dimensional and time travel or (dream-travelers) effecting
multiplexed atomic societies throughout our multiverse of
''many-songs'', the literal
meaning of multi-verse!!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Uni' of course means one, as in
universe. All people should know, song and verse, twin out. But my
cuzz was not so dumb after all, huh 'Great Auntie Alice Gallagher'
of Chicago? Not dumb at all. Hay; the futhermucker has managed to
amass ten billion bucks. So he can't be all that stupid, YO. He
knew long before I caught on,
that
I indeed not only knew a magical lab technician back in 1984,
but that this was only the bare bones beginning of all kinds of wild
slit that could keep five dozen other Patterson
people
in fictional
literature,
for decades
to come,
and yes, IPYT.
I
would never have a sufficient amount of time or energy, to type in
the entire story of me, and my family, and the great
city of Sahasra
Dal
Kanwal;
and
how this entire thing all tries to fit together, even remotely.
Even if I made a book the size of Mount Everest to do such an
unthinkable project; who
could ever grasp it or read it successfully,
or would for that matter, Professor
Kaku of NYU?
Rather
than right now even making the futile and feeble attempt of further
explaining this '29' involved deal with Mikey and 'his voice', back
when I still had hope 4 profiting a wee bit on 'GAWKY
GAUKAUK's'
astral
information formula,
up now on the GOOGLE
PLAY STORE,
developed as a computer application by Florida
International University's
professor, Mario Eraso;
I will only say this much concerning the matter 4 today. It starts
long B4 we had done anything official yet nor even knew of the
existence of the professor at FIU. It also was B4 Mikey Pee had even
moved away from Fort Pierce's famous South Hutchinson Island and out
of his brother's beach-front property, without any bargain hunting
nor great home and garden cable television stations being one wee
tad tiny bit involved in the mix of all of thisssssssssss
futhermucking shullbit whatsoever, YO folks. One day while I was
fairly new 2 living here in Florida and living only months if memory
is correctly serving me here, at the PEEHA
BUILDING,
I had driven over 2 Mike's joint, Mister Winn, and went 4 a swim in
the ocean just yards east of his living room on H-Island. When I was
out in the water I swam up north about a half mile and when I swam
back again, some dirty criminal robber prick had stolen all of my
stuff laying on my beach towel left of course, 'unguarded',
WFMU-Crackpots
of New Jersey
web-page.
In any event, my eyeglasses were stolen, my clothes, everything, and
I can only thank the gods of wisdom that I had sense enough 2 not
have my keys or my wallet in my pants pocket, or they as well would
have been gone and lost, causing me even worse problems. In those
times I had no spare eyeglasses so that was a problem large enough 4
me 2 handle all by itself, after-all my junky clothes can B replaced
at the local GOODWILL STORE 4 six bucks or so. But my bright green
jersey that fit me so very nicely had 2B the one that I wore and
that was taken of course, and my pants had a strange tag on them
that I never had managed 2 remember 2 cut off with a pair of
Siccors. That tag was right underneath my left pant front pocket
where I carry a wallet. On this patch or tag or 'whatever' it was,
as my ole' buddy B4 he became a federal congressman would say 2 me
so many times back in the year of 1975, “Bob Andrews”,
especially when we were together over at the home of Sir Albert
Pillegi a couple blocks away from my old high school,the Haddon
Township
High
School
of Westmont,
NJUSAESMWG. I won't leave U all to suffer-guess here with what the
large print said on that patch-tag-whatever, YO. Yessir world, it
was the 'number 29'!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And yessir world, WESTMONT
is where I
may or may naught have WANTED 2 SPEND MY TIME,
but I did spend a large majority of my adolescence there; and at the
apartment on Pyle Avenue in #125-A, that was called the Haddon Hills
Apartments. About 28 years after being kicked out of the 'joint' by
the residential manager named Misses Kinsel, I would come 2C an
awesome verbal-grunts connection in the mighty awesome James
Redfield Synchronicity Syndrome,
or 'JRSS' 4 short;
when I fell into a wild sleep one night in the same middle part of
the year somewhere in 1997, and began 2 hear this incredible song
being sung by someone who was then in 1969 in the process of a
biblical planned human dreaming interaction and thus not yet BORN as
the term goes here on the mortal realm's Earth Planet. The
name of this song is not 'SUMMER
OF
LOVE'
however,
or Sir
Glenn,
“BURN
WITH HOMO-FIRE”,
but rather, it is “WANNA'
SPEND MY TIME”.
No one on this planet will convince me that the JRSS is not the most
powerhouse item next 2 perhaps an atomic bomb, and also that
thisssssssssss incredible deal here proves that Catholic
Canonization did in fact remove this incredible methodology once
biblically given 2 humankind so that a fantastic bible scripture
could B more better used and fulfilled by the Christian Church of
those followers of the LORD
JESUS CHRIST,
when HE told his 12 pals back 2 millennia ago, “Seek and U will
find, knock and the door will B opened unto U”. The WSMT
WESTMONT-SONG abbreviation is beyond unmissable, and then we come 2
one even greater, perhaps, item. Rather than use my moving out of
Westmont time circa, Y not go back one year earlier to middle 1968,
and shortly after me' BIG BROTHER (ORGANIZATIONAL) AND WHAT
ORGANIZATION MAY WE ALL PONDER & WONDER HERE YO, SIR JOHN
HENNINGSEN FROM COLORADO-USA; as this connects into what all of us
know only 2 damn ass well if we R loyal Morians and have read about
SARAH
KRASSLE'S MIGHTY ASTRAL CHAIN,
and its then obvious physical world counterpart that Mister JH had
given 2 me one day, and how this was done in 1968 and all of the
wild stuff happening 2 me as a direct result of his giving me that
incredible cool motorcycle chain one day right out of the blue, with
absolutely no explanation whatsoever, YO BRRR!!!! So what happened
then exactly '29 YEARS after John Henningsen (CIA-operative
codenamed 'REDJOHN'),
gave this wild item 2 poor ole' Mister
freaking ass Mountainpen????????
That wild dreaming interaction of 1997 with my kid singing WSMT,
that's what!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Good ole' number 29, huh
there ole' weerlld, YO?????????????? Now first off here, do I
absolutely know with authority that JH was a CIA-OP? Of course
naught, Mizz
lovely 1983 Phone-Company Blake, mah'm.
Hey,
how can I know anything 4 sure when I have absolutely no mortal
world way of so doing?
Gimme' or let me say here folks, “cut
me a brake” here, willya' lovely
Mizz 1985 Margie Leo
of 113-Caldor Store Loss Prevention Security??????????????
Holy
Moley Molly Holly Holster Carrying Holiday Hollister Patty Fascitar
4 crying out loud,
YO! Speaking of kneeling or jewelry or songs and Mister Diamond, or
4 that matter, how about Julia's Julian's, whites, blacks, dice
cubes, 34, 1984, and yes, even 29 and 1997; and then we get all the
way here 2-2009; do we naught, oh lovely Mizz B? WOW
THISSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!! If I am just a '2007 crackpot
with 8 astral names' here, then just try and explain my kid's brand
new musical project, along with many others from those times shortly
B4 my exiting from good ole' blessed New Jersey; oh wonderful ole'
'weerlld out here', YO!!!!!!! Or as Mister
Welk said it so often
and 'many of the kids picked it up perhaps through osmosis', or
'whatever' ever since', “wonner-full-a-wonner-full-a”,
YO! I was reading many Google info-sheet pages on your wonderful
PA-USA hometown, me' ole' pal mister TG. I am sure UR aware of the
many name recognized peeps from H-PA-USA, and most likely your name
will B there as well when the newer reports become generated. Even
lovely
Marylou
from the 'LW' show.
I always had a special thing 4 that one, but my absolute fave of
course, hands down on steroids, was that beyond
white star hot,
Mizz
Anna Connie.
Beyond
WOW-WOW-WOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes that mighty
CHAIN
of letter-scrambled 'I-CHING'
'CHINA'.
WOW 2 THAT 1, huh folks. Still, I can go on and on with thousands of
pages, and many of UR naught 1 wee whittle tad bit surprised 2 hear
me say that, YO! Mister
Dennis Snyder
from up there 2 me' north in NJUSAESMWG said it all and repeated it
2 me quite damn ass incessantly 2B sure, me' gwate 'wonnerful'
awesome illustrious folks, Blogaudians, Morians, as well as some
Lessians and In-betweenians up here at BDC. He said 2 me, as most of
U know only 2 well by now, but allow and 'permit me' pweeeeeeeeze 2
refresh your memories, “And
that's just reality son”!
AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA, DOCK
SHRINER,
MOMMY,
AND MICHAEL
MCNULTY;
SIRS AND MAH'M!!!!!!!! Now that I've gotten the 29 number out of the
way at least 4 right now and today, oh wonderful Public
Broadcasting's Sesame Street of Nigh-Nigh, fictional of course, not
the city unfortunately; 'oops, my kid will kick my ass if she ever
catches me knocking her wonderful earth-realm city', or one of two
of them aniwho; but let us move this along now.
The
wonderful BMI union, speaking of stuff just mentioned here above,
gave me the names 2 GOOGLE up 4 the needed information concerning my
contacting them 2 let them know that if any sales have been
generated on those 4 outlets shown on the Billy
Harner 2000 Summer Of Love
web-site have generated a significant amount of sales, those 4
being, the E
bay, Amazon, Discogs, and LP-CD;
and I am not concerned with a few hundred sales, but what if 2 or 5
or 8 thousand or more have been sold, I may B entitled to songwriter
'writer's rights on two of these songs on this 10 tract CD or LP.
I'm no piker and if it comes 2 maybe 50 bucks or so, forget it, but
if 8,000 have been sold, and my one and one thirds comes 2 as much
as a quarter on each unit; that is two grand. I surely need that
money right now, YO. The name of these 3 music distributor systems
given me by the great BMI, are as follows:
CD
BABY,
DISTRO
KID, &
TUNE
CORE.
BMI
assures me that one of them will definitely B able 2 assist me in
learning if any of those 4 sales outlets have sold a large unit
amount of my project, and then make sure any legal royalties due me
on my copyrighted stuff, is forthcoming. WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS no
lovely Katy, what U did 2 me in '97 was that, but I was merely going
2 say, B4 Sir SpellCHECKER got involved in the mix here,
WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! AHA-AHA.
Now
last night, I fell into a whole lot of extremely major nightmarish
dreaming interactions. One of them was beyond hellish cubed and
Havana-Cuban 2 say the least, and I will now tell thisssssssssss 2U.
I had lost my keys, speaking of not losing them that day of the
29-loss-stolen pants with Sir Mikey PEE on the beach a dozen or so
years ago; and in numerous dreams over the past 5-10 years, I am in
nightmares where both my keys, as well as my wallet, and even
sometimes my car as well; R completely totally effing lost, and I am
going through a really beyond damn torturous 'DOGTOWN-ON-EARTH',
with the situation. My mother was ill and in the hospital and this
hospital was the same one that I was in back in 1986 in my 'OTHER
ATLANTIC CITY DREAM', that Star Trek-TNG took the idea from and used
it on that marvelous episode with Captain Picard being taken by a
mysterious probe 2 a planet where these Russican Aliens lived, and
he was convinced that he had spent an entire lifetime there, living
amongst his friends and family; and yet he was really only gone 4 a
period of 25 minutes, according 2 the Number One Officer, Commander
Will Riker. The
rip off was beyond unmistakable, and perfectly situated in the time
circa as well, my experience being in August of 1986, and the show
at least two years later on after that in 1988 if memory serves me.
It was after because the show did not yet exist in 1986 and started
in September of 1987
if memory is at all serving me well here folks. But let's get back 2
the hospital nightmare from just last night, and not even begin
dwelling on the millions and perhaps by now the billions of
US$$$$$$$$$$$ owed 2 me 4 taking my entire life, using it 2 make
their damn stinking rotten ass multi-billion dollar entertainment
world empire both musically and in film; and never paying or sharing
one single red cent with the Mountainpen, who they know absolutely
only 2 goddessdog well, that without him, and his life, and his
stuff, and his music and tunes; just
about none of their great and fantastic futhermucking bull skit
would ever have been one wee tad little bit possible!!!!!!!!!!!!!
SHERIFF MASCARA OF SAINT LUCIE COUNTY, FLORIDA-USA; I
SWEAR THAT EVERY SINGLE WORD THAT I SAY, AND EVERY DAMN ASS
ACCUSATION MADE HERIN BY THE MOUNTAINPEN IS 100% THE TRUTH, AND
ACCURATE REALITY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
U
prove me 2B a liar, who is just out here trying 2 take what doesn't
rightfully frikkin' belong 2 him, and I submit right this instant, 2
immediate arrest and prosecution,
4 any connected legal liable junk from the BOM-blog accusatory
statements made herein since 2006 when this project began,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Even the great music industry attorney of 1980, Sir Malcolm
Rosenberg told me in his office in Philadelphia that day when I was
there 2C what my rights were after hearing my PAID 4 'LOST
LOVE'
SONG ARRANGEMENT
on the radio over and over, sung by Marcella
Levy Detroit and
Robin
BEEGEE Gibb;
and he told me, upon hearing the two tunes, “It's the exact same
thing, even down 2 the half step raised up 2nd
part”. Yes, I did not make that up, this was arranged by TOM
GLENN,
but world; I PAID HIM 4 THAT, SO
IT WAS MINE, NOT THEIRS; OR AT LEAST, NOT THEIRS ALONE,
and just cutting me out of it completely. Without me, none of this
would ever have even happened, and there
never would have even been a HELP
ME
song by the GIBB butt wipe dude!!!!
Hey YO, I ain't trying 2B a trouble maker here, but Y should I have
2B in a lifetime of futhermucking total poverty while all these
pricks live like kings and queens? I don't mean 2 pick on another
rock star here, but she wasn't yet a rock star, so allow me 2 also
add in that this entire damn thing is totally ass beyond
WEEEEEEEEDEEEEEEEKAWUSS,
and in or out of the 1997 DQ Abseacon 'joint',
Sir
Winncheat.
Now
let me get back to that other hospital nightmare from just hours
ago, back early thisssssssssssssss moUUUUUUUUUUUUrning, YO
peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
My mother was in her weird condition that came on her in waking
world dimensionality in the time circa of just shy of 5 in the
morning on 26 December of 1997. Horrendous things were happening
with her as well as with me when I would leave 2 drive home 2 a
place where here, I am totally clueless 2 where that was. I will
only tell U all now, the quick and major parts 2 all of this
horrific futhermucking cullbrap. I knew that me' car was in this
gigantic HUUUUUUUUUUUUGE parking area, in the hospital basement;
only it was gone. I searched all over 4 hours, it was just gone.
Then I realized so were my keys. I thought that maybe I'd left them
upstairs on the 29th
floor where my mom's room was, yes, the 29th
floor, as I've been saving this dream 4 the end of this
blog-chapter, YO. This hospital was the same one that I was in, back
in 1986, only there was no hide nor 'HAIR' of lovely Tech-Nurse
Phyllis Alexander anywhere. Now in 1986, I never have any conscious
waking-me memories of any of the elevators, but in this wild
interaction, I got onto the weirdest wildest damn elevator of my
entire life, beyond those even that I interacted with back in 2007
days of early blogs. Not only did magical buttons exist inside of it
that took users 2 all sorts of weird places at deathly high speeds,
but a stairway from the top of the elevator seemed 2 go into
infinity. The fear produced inside of me from riding on that
elevator would exceed the fear I would B in, should someone throw me
right now, into a horrible pit of futhermucking rattle snakes. No
words exist that would allow me 2 further explain this 2 anyone of
U. When I eventually got 2 my mother's room in the Atlantica
Hospital, as Atlantica is the name of Atlantic City in this parallel
universe where Jimmy Carter was President of the USA in 1986 and
naught Ron Reagan and many other changes as well all existed there;
my mother was dying, and also, she had a look on her face that was
beyond contorted and monstrous and frightening in any possible
waking world way, & IPYT PEEPS!!!!!!! I remember somehow finding
a car that was not my car and driving it away from the hospital and
out of Atlantica, NJUSAESMWG itself, and in this alternate world,
the completely different geography of the surrounding areas, 2 what
here is of course Atlantic City, NJUSAESMWG; is far reaching, and
beyond the average ability 2 even imagine it. Suddenly it was more
along the lines in scenery as would B the Schuylkill Expressway
outside of Philadelphia heading mostly northerly in direction into
the famous Pennsylvania town called King of Prussia. It was autumn,
and around the end of the month of September; and the foliage was
beyond gorgeous and colorful all over the place. I was out of my
mind and all I could think of was taking my life. I drove faster and
faster and then veered off onto some weird dirt pathway that plunged
me right into the river. It did not resemble the Schuylkill River
here in this universe, naught even a tiny wee bit. I remember going
deep into the water and saying 2 myself, “Mark
U asshole, take a real deep breath now and inhale the water and end
it all”.
I did. Then instead of dying or feeling the pain, I found myself on
top of the water with the car down underneath me, and about five
feet below my feet. Fish began swimming all around me and bumping up
against me. They were however completely invisible. I knew they were
there but could not C them but I could C the water and the trees all
around me perfectly. A voice then yelled louder and louder at me but
was off in the distance, “Mark,
U know only 2 well that U cannot ever get out of this one”.
This repeated over and over growing louder each time, yet sounding
echo far away and yet absolutely crystal clear. Then a few seconds
following that voice I began 2C a small boat with several peeps in
it with row ores, or paddles; or whatever they R called. The boat
came right 2 me and one of the guys ordered me quite forcefully 2
climb into the damn boat, a quote here. “U climb into this damn
boat”!!!!! So I did, not being a person who enjoys squabbles,
arguments, or potential situations that can escalate into violence.
As soon as I got into this boat, it speeded across the river and
over 2 a dock where that voice appeared 2 come from, as I suddenly
came 2 think as I began approaching the area, and saw a small
parking lot with about five cars in it. Suddenly my mom who had just
croaked in the Atlantica Hospital, jumped
out of a bright purple colored automobile, and shouted at me,
“Winchint Hollister”, over and over and over again.
What
possible MEANING or even TOSE-MEANING that this can B is anyone's
best guessing guest at least 4 right now today, YO.
After a few minutes, and getting over my utter quintessential
astonishment of my mom's resurrection, I kept asking her 2 explain
just what she means by saying WINCHINT
HOLLISTER?
I know it has 2 make sense, and if
some damn ass DSM shrinkologist out here, wishes 2 share any of
their 'bright non Patty Parson ideas' with me concerning
thisssssssssss vely vely vely wild item,
then pweeeeeeeeeeze feel
free 2 do so,
YO!!!!!!!!!!!
MY
LIFE IS BEYOND EVERLASTING DOGTOWN!!!!!!!
END
TRANSMISSION.
Genesis
of Spaceforce Death Harassment Rekindled in 2023 by the Macy Club
GENESIS
OF SPACEFORCE DEATH HARASSMENT, CHAPTER 28
U-R-NOW
READING CHAPTER NUMBER 28.
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It
is now a middle Sunday afternoon, on the 28th
day in May, of 2023.
As
lovely Mizz Lilly Munster would say
right about now, “TEE HEE HEE”, and all while holding that
welding torch in her lovely hand and giving the 'goo-goo lover girl
eye' 2 the great Mister Fred Gwinn.
The
next few blogs will B follow up discussions from recently opened up
foundation points on previous blogs in this GOSDH
BOM-BOOK.
There R approximately half a nonillion of these things, and since we
don't have quadrillions of years, until the creation of the
'purple-stars',
that would seemingly excite one of the fictional character-roles,
once played by the awesomely beyond gorgeous white-hot ravishing
Mizz
Paula
non Pau000204015 Patton,
or Sir Mike Soft SpellCHECKER HellWRECKER; and only a few peeps even
know what I'm referring 2 here such as the mighty minded Professor
Michio Kaku from New York-USA;
I won't bother going on with this cross between a Mountainpen
diatribe and rant 4 right now, YO folks and peeps. As
I speak-type right now, OR MAKE A FEEBLE ATTEMPT 2 ANYWAY, AT 3:24
P.M. ON THIS GODDAMN SUNDAY AFTERNOON, some HALLS FAWCE-CONTROLLED
BLACK HAT HACKER is insisting on screwing with my cum-puke-her, not
allowing me 2 change colors without fonts changing and the entire
page going totally nuts.
I know that it has something 2 do with copying or pasting a text in,
from a source that seems 2 have no matching font name in my
particular open-office program; as this tends 2 cause some weird
problems 2 happen every once in a while, but
what does not make sense is that it does not
ALWAYS
HAPPEN.
Electrons,
as any engineer knows only 2 well; do not sometimes exist, nor
sometimes do something and then just NOT
DO IT.
Yes the electron is indeed a sentient creative force, and any
nuclear scientist knows this and is fully aware that depending on
the dance and the number of electrons orbiting the atoms, we then
get all of our various elements from as a result. But nothing ever
changes. A gold atom is always a gold atom, as is a lead atom, and
the nuclear-dance does not ever alter. If someone tells U that they
can change a lead atom into a gold atom, and this joke is an old
nuclear scientist's joke of course; U would simply say back 2 those
delusional imbeciles, “A-U”! Still, all jokes aside, I will move
this on.
MOUNTAINPEN'S
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SUNDAY,
MAY 28, 2023
CURRENT
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MARK
WAYNE MOUNTAINPEN HUNTINGTON MOHR
Yes,
Mister
McNulty from 1971
would do his famous sarcastic laugh many times,
yes; BUTTTTTTTT
and BUTTERCHEESE, and big ASS BUTT and yes,
but folks; he did some other things as well, and some R indeed most
definitely inter-connectable with present day MORIANITY and stuff
being written right here and now by the Mountainpen;
so B4 getting into this very item here, allow, or Heinz
Gottwald
X-mas season of 1972, cameras notwithstanding here, “PERMIT ME”
please; 2 reiterate his endlessly echoing mock-laugh once again!
“AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA-AHA”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
One might indeed wonder and do some real heavy head scratching here
as 2 just Y the Mountainpen makes such a big ass deal out of what a
sixteen year old boy did in a seemingly inconsequential way and such
a long while ago, in the autumn of 1971; and more than half of a
century now back into the time illusion; but thisssssssssss
is only because U were not there then with me, nor RU here with me
now, and seeing this entire mind boggling surreal and beyond
inconceivable mess from beyond the DOGTOWN BRIDGE of ultra-stink!
Stuff I could all tie together just from this short stay at this
nightmare private school from early September into middle October of
1971, would more than blow your minds in so much as how it perfectly
and incredibly all ties into, along with the present times in
Morianity and its many discussions, with how stuff all endlessly
appears 2 operate around the Mountainpen in a seemingly inescapable
way, and beyond any hope of ever “getting
out of it”,
and yes; in or out of the dream-realms; oh
lovely PEE
& GEMMA,
and any strange 'LINY homes', who decades after certain quick
visions, I actually came 2C all of this 4 myself one day, after
purchasing a VHS video cassette one day, at me' local GOODWILL
STORE
at the Virginia Avenue and Route 1 intersecting Sable
Palm Mall of Fort Pierce, Florida,
USA-ESMWG, approximately a dozen years ago now. Talk about the “L&O”
Television show, and the episode where the green people scientist
had, and I'll quote him here, “The
worst headache he ever had in his life”,
only B4 he was able 2 finish his sentence, he totally collapsed onto
the floor from a podium where he was giving some speech. This tape
of course happened long long B4 that television show was ever made,
and up on the
great LINY.
But this has nothing 2 do with McNulty or his mocking jeering laugh
mostly done at me; but what does absolutely connect in here, is how
stuff from those nightmare times and days fully wraps all around
junk that is all pertinent 2 my life here and now, and especially
with the Morianity
BOM-BLOG project,
and stuff being recently discussed on it. Something Mister
McNulty
spoke 2 me upon at least 4 occasions, as well as his
pal Jim
Gettsinger,
one day outside of a pig barn on the school property;
and the tie into numerous things going way beyond strange, weird, or
uncanny; and then something
spoken by the parents of this little child on that videotape and at
that home up on Long Island,
and WOW,
when the scene managed 2 cut in that took place near the window that
faced the yard, and showing that exact spot in the recent dream
that I had had in my PEE-HA apartment; and if I ever told U all the
entire deal; some
of U would literally lose your goddessdog minds,
and IPYT
YO BRAHHHHH!!!
So
B4-I even attempt 2 get into this horrendous full story here,
numerous other points will need 2B further elaborated upon from
recent previous blogging texts posted up here at the mighty Blogger
Dot Com
(BDC).
This
blog won't even attempt 2 begin that lengthy promise and is merely a
promise 2U all that indeed, it is coming; and that
is a damn promise.
My
mom's famous words 2 Dock
Shriner
won't soon B forgotten,
not by me, my kid who was barely coming up on 19 months of age at
the time, and the trip back into Jersey on that Paoli
PA-UAS local train ride;
was all as mind bending beyond a million Fascitarian
Holster Carrying lovely Mizz Holiday-non dock Hollister's
or old west fast draw Dillon's in or out of the ESS and also the
'Marshall Electronic Clubs', and all the way from here 2 marvelous
and lovely historic Havertown, PAUSAESMWG. Am
I right or naught, ole' musical associate, Sir TG????????
“No
Misses
Mohr,
naught here we go again”!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
WOW THISSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!
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After spending the last 20 years in the Boston Area,
I recently returned to my hometown of Philadelphia. It's been a
pleasure to reconnect with the Philly music scene! I've recently had
the opportunity to perform and record with old friends and new-all of
whom are incredibly talented and supportive in a way unique to this
area!
I recently finished the jazz CD entitled “SHUFFLE
TIME”. It features mostly original compositions and some fabulous
players: Tom Adams (Piano), Andy Lalasis (Bass), Grant MacAvoy
(Drums), Denis DiBlasio (Bari-Sax/Flute) and Tony DeSantis
(Trumpet/Flugelhorn).
We recorded the CD directly to tape at
RADScape Studios owned by Randy Weaver. Now I'm a believer—tape
definitely provides a true and “warmer” sound-especially if the
session is recorded by an artist of Randy's caliber.
I also
just completed the 4th CD with a former student and consummate
guitarist Stu Goodis (Goodis and Glenn) entitled “New Song”. This
is comprised of 12 original Jazz Guitar Duets that range from Latin
to straight ahead and even blues shuffle styles. Please visit the
Goodis and Glenn page on this site for more information.
Since
retiring from Roland Corporation as New England District Sales
Manager, I have returned to devoting all of my time to performing,
composing and producing music.
I am continuing to reach out to
old and new musical friends in the Philly area while maintaining
bonds with my New England associates-particularly on Cape Cod.
I've
been invited to perform a CD Release Concert for the JAZZ BRIDGE
Organization in January. This is a magnificent group that helps to
support Jazz musicians in need headed by Suzanne Cloud and Wendy
Simon. Please check out their website.
It's also great to be
back in Pat Martino's town! He has inspired me for as long as I've
attempted to master my instrument!
Onward and Upward!!! I
thank our Higher Spirit for sharing a little bit of the Creative
Light that keeps us searching for the TRUTH!
I am also
eternally grateful to my wife Kathy Anderson Glenn for her unending
support and inspiration.
ABOUT: Tom Glenn - Composer & Guitarist
Tom performed on stage with such notables as Chuck
Berry, Major Harris, Sammy Davis Jr., Nancy Wilson, Alice Cooper,
Captain & Tenille, the Delphonics and many others over a period
of more than 30 years.
Tom composed more than 20 scores for
New Jersey Public Television Films for the “New Jersey Outdoors”
series and “You, Me and Technology” series.
In 1987, Tom
received an Emmy Award
from the National Academy of Television Arts & Sciences for
composing “The Technology Spiral” for “You, Me and Technology”
for New Jersey Public Television Films.
He composed and
recorded popular songs, which were released on Columbia Records, TEC
Records, Streetwave Records and other labels. He collaborated on 4
Guitar Duet CD’s with Stu Goodis (former student), and has recently
released an original feature album with rhythm section and brass
entitled “Shuffle Time”.
He received a Billboard
Award for “All That I Am.”
Tom
earned a Bachelor’s Degree from La Salle University, a Conservatory
Diploma from Neupauer Conservatory and a Master of Music from Combs
College of Music. He also studied with Dr. Jacob Neupauer (Neupauer
Conservatory), Dr. William Schimmel (Juilliard), Pat Martino (Jazz
Virtuoso), Joe Federico (Jazz Guitar) and Alex Dramis (Jazz Guitar).
He also served as District Sales Manager of New England at Roland
Corporation for 20 years until June 2013.
As
U all know, my ole' pal from 1980 did not die in that hospital fire
during a minor surgical procedure, and went onto enjoy a major
successful musical career. May I add in here that nobody on this
Earth was more impressed with his musical talent than was the
Mountainpen who merely was Mark Wayne Mohr back in those days of
1980, and yes, that day in my apartment at 1802 ROBIN HILL, in
Voorhees Township, when we did the LOVE IS 4 CARPENTERS SONG that he
had arranged 4 me on his marvelous and exquisite sounding electrical
guitar; I was beyond impressed. Next 2 my own wonderful mind busting
daughter Mariah, he is the greatest musical genius in the opinion of
this blogger, on this entire planet Earth, YO FOLKS!!!!!!!!!!!! The ©
Office has the music cassette tape 2 this very day of that song being
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well, mysterious apartment, wherever its true origins may B in the
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